She shook her head.
“No, thanks. Look after yourself, do, for we shall have to start presently. And now tell me, how did you know for whom I was saving that chair?”
“Well, I supposed it was for Cis,” I remarked, making a vigorous attack upon an adjacent ham.
“Indeed! And supposing I were to say that it wasn’t—that it was for someone else?”
“Poor Cis!” I said, with a sigh. “Don’t tell me who the someone else was, Miss Hamilton, please.”
“Why not?”
“Because I shall hate him.”
“For Lord Silchester’s sake?”
“No; for my own.”
“Mr. Morton, you’re talking nonsense.”